•••THE FOLLOWING IS A 3 PART SERIES NAMED (X CATCH: 24 HOURS) please enjoy!
I stretch my arms in front of me and try to catch my breath. I sit on my yoga mat, my hand on my chest to calm my heart down from my work out. I get up and grab my water bottle on the table, opening it up. However, before my lips can even touch the bottle-
"Damn look at those jugs! Gotta love this treat before dinner, right Mista?" I grin to myself. The tiny voice then shrieks a muffled scream.
"Shut up number six." I hear Mista say agitated.
"Spying again, I see..." I say without turning around.
"I wasn't spying...I came to fill you in." Mista says, revealing himself from behind the cracked door. When I told the gang I was exercising in our spare room I meant to be alone, but there was always an interruption. First Fugo wanted to discuss quantum physics, then Bruno needing me to tell him the location of a restaurant I was forced to memorize, and lastly the ever famous Narancia decided to throw a ball at me.
He pulls out a crumpled paper, walking up to me. I bend down and roll up my mat. "There was...um...a quick meeting that you probably won't be to happy about and....Uh..." He sounds nervous as he scratches the back of his head.
"Just give it here." I snatch the paper out of his hand and examine it. The map was drawn in purple ink, a route for a long mission. It ran from our location to the next in thick ink, the pin points being targeted. On the bottom '24 Hours' was circled, and next to that our names.
"Why are we the only ones on this route?" He looks into my eyes hesitantly. Those dark brown eyes...
"Bruno made it a two person mission...apparently we're going in alone to assassinate a few people..."
"What?! This isn't fair...I don't want to be stuck with you for an entire day without sleep! I'll go crazy...!"
"Yeah, (Y/n), I'm really excited about this too, but Bucciarati insists. He says he'll keep communication with us from the side lines while the others do...side quests I guess. He wasn't really clear about it..." I groan to myself and crouch on the floor. My stand had the power to create illusions before one's eyes, so I'd probably scare the hell out of whoever we're fighting before Mista laid a bullet clean on them we usually did. We were the perfect duo. But I didn't want him.
Nope.
I didn't.
"UGGGH WHY DOES MY STAND HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS...WHY COULDNT I HAVE GOTTEN AN AIRPLANE LIKE NARANCIA!" Did I mention my stand was very dangerous to others because it constantly upgrades its abilities? Usually it absorbs enemy stand users abilities and uses them against them; I get to keep those powers until I fight another stand user. This time I was left with the power to make illusions appear before ones eyes. It was fun, but sometimes tiring.
"Hey, tough shit kid." Mista says smirking with his eyes closed. He puts his hands in his pockets.
"I'm like one year younger then you yah idiot... but you know what?" I say putting my hands in the air. "Fuck it. Whatever." I stand up and grab my rolled up yoga mat and sigh. I turn to him. His lean chiseled body almost hovered above me at my height. I hold back a blush. I look up at him. "And stop using your stand to peep on me when I workout or I'll tell Bruno."
"Shut up, you know I can't control whatever the little shits say..." He says throwing his hand in the air.
"Well make them before I do." I say shoving past him.
"There goes your chances with her Mista! This whole back and forth thing really stirs me up inside..." I hear Number Five's soft whiney voice say. It's sounds like it's about to cry and I feel the same way. 'His chances with...me?'
I walk down the hall, still in my work out cloths a sports bra and some sweats. I knock on Bucciarati's door.
"Come in." I hear him say.
"Bucciaratti is—woah! You wear glasses?" I say, surprised to see him with silver frames on. He looked good! Holding the item between his thumb and index finger he talks them off and places them back into a really exquisite looking box.
"No, this is a special item that needs to be delivered safely by you in Mista." He says. "We talked about it in the meeting you missed."
"So it's true. I'm stuck with him for 24 hours? Bruno how could you do such a thing?" I whine playfully. He makes a serious face and I gulp nervously, instantly changing my attitude.
"Your job is to work as a willing entity with with every team member. Mista shouldn't be any different. Now," He says. He takes the frames back out from its box. He points at it. "Look closely. Notice anything?"
I walk up to the desk and place my hands on it, leaning forward to eye level with the glasses. They looked pretty normal: the metal curved neatly around the tinted glass, although there were a few tiny scratches on it. I crook my head to the right.
"The only thing on here I would point out is a few scratches...but I don't get it? I don't see anything spectacular about it..."
"What you're looking at here is actually worth about 1 million liras. See this symbol here?" He asks. I look closer...it's faint, but there's a snake with a crown engraved in the transparent glass. My eyes widen in surprise. He puts the glasses back in its case and locks it with a key. The key had a chain attached to it, and he hands it to me. I take it in my hands. "Guard this with your life." He pushes the box forward on the desk toward me.
"But I don't understand? What does that symbol have to do with anything?" He looks at me, a cold look on his face; his hands propped near his face cover his mouth and for some reason I can't speak. He's hiding something. 'And that something has got to do with me,'
"That is for you to figure out soon...(Y/n)."
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Now fully dressed I walk around my room, readying myself to leave. I dressed in all black and put my hair in a high/puff ponytail so it wouldn't get in the way. I put my backpack on full of supplies strapping it onto me and place my night vision goggles on my head. I open my bedroom door. It was really early in the morning, so I tried my best not to be loud.
"Mista!" I whisper down the hall to his open door. I hear rummaging in his room and a few foot steps. All of that combined with Giorno's loud ass snoring I get the pleasure of hearing every night.
Mista peaks his head out and squints his eyes and something tingles inside inside of me....is this really the irritating, irrational Mista I knew?Why does he look so different? Something was different but I couldn't pinpoint it. He looks grumpy tired, almost childlike. It was...interesting. He held onto his door frame and looked at me. Then my heart drops and I realize the difference. He's not wearing his hat. His dark brown hair is ruffled and my goodness...it's a sight.
"What?" He softly whispers back. My face starts to flush.
"Are you ready yet?"
"Almost. I've gotta grab my hat..." I internally feel a spike of disappointment in my chest at his words."You got the box from Bruno, right?" He asks looking back into the room. I nod. He looks back into my eyes.
"And the key?" I take the key from under my turtle neck and show him that it's secured tightly around my neck. He gives me a thumbs up and walks back into his room. "Alright just give me a sec..."
When the time comes we meet up downstairs in the living room of the mansion. Mista's dressed in all black too and it makes me have impulses to run my hands over his biceps. Don't ask, I don't know why. He pulls the paper with the drawn route that I seen earlier out and I get closer to him peeking at it. He points at our first stop.
"There's a bar where another gang meets up about 10 miles east from here. We need to take out this guy. He's one of many that's trying to take the glasses. We need to make up a plan as we go." He pulls out a neat photo of the man. He was scrubby, had strong build and looked like he smoke cigars every evening. My lips curl into a devilish smile.
"He looks like a pervert. I'll transform myself into a sexy woman and act as if I'm in on the plan." I smirk to my self, pumping my fists. He looks down at me and raises an eyebrow, about to say something but then just blushes and looks away. 'I wonder what he was going to say...'
"What? Is something the matter?" He shakes his head, folding the paper and stowing it away in his pocket.
"Let's go."
Mista leads me to the garage and I walk in looking around. I hadn't been in it in a while. It still looked the same: dusty with a couple of unorganized tools and weapons. I roll my eyes at the mess and then my eyes land on a babe. It was sleek black, and it shined like a dark knight under the garage's dimmed lamp.
"Bucciarati's bike! He's really letting us ride it?"
"I'm driving." Mista says putting some black gloves on.
"Not fair!" I stand up to him and point at myself.
"I'm the one with the motorcycle license that Bruno forged for me, so you can suck it dipshit." I pout stomping my foot.
"But your in a gang! If the police catch you you're screwed anyway. Plus remember that time I rode a motorcycle to the next city by myself and Bruno let me? I was sixteen you know!"
"Bruno's orders are final." I scrunch my eyebrows.
In all honesty I wanted to look cool for once in front of him. I didn't want to be under his control or will, I wanted to show I was capable of doing shit on my own!
'Oh this fight isn't over.'
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